When it rains grains,

Each duck hopes luck

Will fit the bill.

Up-crushed crackers?

Holy smackers!

Rolled bits of cred?

Gossular bread!

Sesame snacks?

Gratitude quacks!

Swim quick to lick

Fave nosh, by gosh,

‘Fore teal does steal! ; )

Within a dream of place somewhere,

I, milieu’s maiden, bright and fair,

Espy a figure on a mare,

Adorned by blade on fancy wear,

Gent of class with mettle to spare,

Finest of any mousquetaire,

To cross this path of lady’s care,

As her humbled heart’s silenced blare,

Hopes for bonding exchange to share,

Even as shied bright eyes down-stare,

In a moment as true as rare,

That turns bravely from one to pair. ; )

“Why hello, Miss Sparkles.” I cooed. “Guess what?”

“Mow?”

“I picked up this tome at the used-books store and, as I opened the cover, I had to double-take because there is a cat depicted in the doublure who looks just like you!” I exclaimed.

“Mew?”

“I do not think you will like the content written, but would you like to sit on my lap and I will create-tell a story for you based upon the cover’s art?” I queried.

“Purrr, purrr.”

“Great!” I affirmed. “You go use your box and I will put on some slipper-socks and I will meet you by the tower at four so that we can have feline time with cuddles and lore. ; )

Crossed legs over prim patent shoes

Punctuates

Cross eyes with her impatient shoos.

But,

Ego boasting worth of sycee

Excavates:

He goes, “Closed, mean, dearth, fluff, I see.” ; )

Lana’s lipogram: it became proximous to her not on the chin as a buttercup would, but, rather, materialized as a stitchwort, titillating her purse as a first love should. ; )